bayedsolid Chapter 488 Mo Yunchen's death is not your fault, but the cycle of Heaven, which cannot be forc
Chapter 488 Mo Yunchen's death is not your fault, but the cycle of Heaven, which cannot be forc
Xu Wan stared intently at the Taoist's profile, which was as cold and aloof as jade, her eyes filled with disbelief!
"You're not... you just look alike."
"How could Xuanqing possibly come?"
"Perhaps... it's just a hallucination caused by my deep-seated obsession."
Her soul trembled violently from endless grief!
The translucent cat tail swayed gently under the light, exuding a heartbreaking desolation!
Next breath...
She stretched out her icy fingers, trembling.
He wanted to touch Mo Yunchen's lifeless face, which lay in the ice coffin.
The Taoist priest continued to lower his eyes and perform hand seals.
Yellow talismans fluttered like withered leaves, swirling around the ice coffin!
Xu Wan was completely ignored.
She staggered forward, screaming hoarsely, her voice tearing through the deathly silence like a sharp blade.
"Oh no……"
"My Yunchen is still alive! As long as I can break through this ice coffin..."
"I want to take his original body with me. As long as we return to the cultivation world, he can be reborn!"
"My master will turn back into my Mo Yunchen! He will never leave me again..."
The words have not yet been spoken!
A vast, dazzling suction force, as brilliant as a galaxy, suddenly tore through space and time!
She felt as if her soul was being mercilessly pierced by billions of cold, silver threads!
Every inch of the meridians emitted a piercing, agonizing cry!
It broke our hearts!
It felt as if my soul had been torn to pieces.
……
When I opened my eyes again!
The biting cold of the bluestone floor was like needles piercing straight to the bone.
Her soul fell to the center of the alchemy pavilion!
The air was filled with the bitter aroma of aged medicinal pills and the subtle fragrance of sandalwood incense.
An ancient bronze dragon lantern hangs overhead.
The flickering candlelight illuminated the dazzling array of jade vases and porcelain jars adorning the four walls!
Purple smoke curled up from the alchemy furnace.
The Nine Yang Immortal sat upright on the lotus platform.
He lightly flicked the whisk in his hand.
The firelight made the cloud patterns on his Taoist robe shimmer and glow.
The white cat's body began to convulse violently!
Its snow-white fur was instantly dyed a dazzling scarlet, like a blooming red lotus.
Whoosh!
She hurriedly transformed into human form, but she was already covered in blood, disheveled, and her clothes were tattered.
My heart feels empty!
The soul was torn apart by the turbulent flow of time and space, leaving it scarred and battered, as if it had endured a thousand cuts of torture.
"Master!"
Why did you forcibly pull me back?
Pfft! !
She knelt down before Master Jiuyang!
Bloody hands gripped the other's collar tightly, his voice hoarse and shattering like tearing silk:
"Yun Chen's ice coffin is not yet sealed with his soul! I can awaken him!"
"As long as I bring him back, as long as..."
The words are not finished yet!
"Cough cough!"
The blood she coughed up bloomed into lotus flower shapes in the candlelight.
Poignant and despairing.
"Jinglian!"
Master Jiuyang swept it away with his whisk!
"The fact that I can bring your soul back here proves that you no longer belong to that world."
His gaze was as deep as an ancient well, revealing boundless compassion and wisdom!
"Obsession is a calamity. By forcibly defying fate, your soul is already as fragile as paper and is about to shatter."
"If you linger even a moment longer, the karmic connection between you and the Emperor will be severed forever, and you will not even be able to see him again."
Xu Wan suddenly raised her head.
Blood and tears mingled with the blood from the wound on his forehead, slowly sliding down and staining his pale cheeks.
"No, as long as I bring back his original form, he will revert to his original self!"
"and……"
"I even saw with my own eyes a Taoist priest who looked nine parts like Xuanqing performing a ritual in front of the ice coffin!"
"That voice, that step... it's clearly him!"
"Xuan Qing, why is he in the capital?"
Why are you pretending not to recognize me?
"Hey!"
Master Jiuyang sighed softly.
His voice was filled with endless pity and helplessness.
"Xuanqing?"
"The person you see is merely a reflection of your own deep-seated obsession and inner demons."
He pointed his whisk at the alchemy furnace, his tone calm and resolute!
"Look at the purple smoke in the furnace, it gathers and disperses unpredictably, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion."
There are countless people in the world who look alike.
"You are thinking of the Emperor, and also of Xuanqing and Baiyuan. Your obsessions are like vines entwining your heart, and you can no longer distinguish between reality and illusion."
"No!"
Xu Wan slammed into the alchemy furnace like a madwoman.
The furnace walls were so hot that the soul sizzled and emitted wisps of blue smoke.
"If I hadn't shaken off Mo Yunchen's hand back then, if I had believed his explanation..."
Memories surged like a tidal wave, instantly overwhelming her:
The corner of the Grand Hyatt Hotel a thousand years ago.
She angrily denounced him as a liar!
Tears welled up in Mo Yunchen's eyes!
His pale face in the ice coffin now breaks her heart.
Swish!
Suddenly, Master Jiuyang swept his whisk across!
A dazzling golden light forced her back three steps:
"Obsession has become a calamity!"
"Mo Yunchen's death was not your fault; it was the cycle of Heaven, and cannot be forced."
He pointed to Xu Wan's blood-stained hem!
Do you know why you're covered in blood?
"Souls must use their origin as a sacrifice to travel through time and space."
"If you continue to be so stubborn, you won't even be able to keep this white cat's body!"
Xu Wan collapsed to the ground!
Bloodied hands trembled as they stroked the empty space in his heart.
It was empty, like a dry well, lifeless, like a desolate abyss.
She suddenly remembered Yun Che's words:
Wanwan, love is a difficult tribulation to overcome; only by letting go can you find freedom.
The candlelight crackled, illuminating a bitter and helpless smile on her face:
"Master... if I let go of my obsession, may I see him one more time?"
"Don't touch him, don't speak, just look at him from afar..."
"Just let me see him one more time!"
Master Jiuyang's gaze was sharp as he countered with a question:
"Do you want to see Mo Yunchen, or the Emperor?"
Xu Wan's voice was weak, yet as firm as a rock:
"Yun Chen is also an Emperor. Even if we reincarnate a hundred times, perhaps... there is still no possibility between us!"
Master Jiuyang clasped his hands together and closed his eyes!
The purple smoke in the alchemy furnace suddenly coalesced into Yun Che's illusory figure:
He was standing in the void.
Dressed in pristine white, wearing an imperial crown, surrounded by a faint golden light, he appeared sacred and distant.
The phantom vanished in an instant, leaving no trace.
"Let go of your obsessions, and you will see your true self."
"Mo Yunchen has entered the cycle of reincarnation and become an emperor. He is not someone you can covet. You should also seek a new path and not continue to sink into depravity."
The scene changes.
at the same time.
The hour of Chou (1:00 AM to 2:00 AM).
Inside the palace.
The candlelight flickered, casting its light upon the carved rosewood screen.
The interplay of light and shadow, rippling like water, creates a tranquil atmosphere.
Inside the screen.
The rising steam carried the aroma of medicine.
The water in the wooden bucket was amber in color.
It has a rich and intense fragrance that is so strong that it is almost solidified.
Every drop of the herbal decoction seeps into every inch of skin, bringing a gentle spiritual power.
Xuanqing has been soaking for a full hour! (Two hours)
The steam carried warmth, but it couldn't dispel the anxiety and unease in my heart.
He leaned against the edge of the bucket with his eyes closed.
Her long, dark hair clung wetly to her shoulders, making her appear exceptionally thin.
His face was handsome but slightly pale.
Long, slender arms were draped lazily over the outside of the bucket.
Only his right hand was tightly gripping a golden spirit stone the size of an egg.
The spirit stone shimmered with a soft golden light.
It was a precious treasure that Xu Wan gave him for focusing his mind and cultivating.
Both sides of the wooden barrel!
Two male servants dressed in plain clothes stood with their heads bowed.
She was massaging his stiff shoulders and neck, her movements gentle but unable to ease the tension between his brows.
Xuan Qing's mind was in turmoil, filled with doubts:
Two days have passed... Jinglian, why haven't you come to see me yet?
But he got so engrossed in cultivating with Bai Yuan that he forgot about my existence?
Or perhaps you secretly went to the Wuji Sect and spent time with Yun Che?